Very close behind her-VERY close-a much taller white guy, an artist type who I see around town in gesso-smeared jeans, matching her gait step for step while carrying some kind of log or branch or something in both hands behind his back, resting just above his butt.

I watch them for two blocks. They don’t speak or acknowledge one another in any way, but when she makes a quick beeline around a dubious spot on the sidewalk he matches those irregular steps and path, as well.